BabyTron – Ricky Henderson Lyrics

Lyrics Ricky Henderson – BabyTron

Lil’ brodie stealing everything, Ricky Henderson
Go do your research, you gotta learn sum’ ‘fore you listen
I’ll f**k around and push that button, have the blicky blender him
Five thousand dollar fit, that’s fifty Benjamins

Really connected to the plug, your s**t be rendering
Dog $hit Militia, unky in his Dickies selling it
Periodic table in the kitchen, sixty elements
Let me see an opp, gon’ lose control like Missy Elliot
I’m in that G-Wagon, G-O-D, if I see twelve, I’ma keep stabbing
Why you acting like a vet’, You ain’t seen action
I ain’t dealing with the fishy s**t, won’t even eat salmon

Since he capping, we gon’ put three in his hat like Chance the Rapper
I don’t think yo team could get a victory, yo mans a slacker
Retired 201s, I’m walking in to cash them bastards
Twelve terabytes, I baked a pie, I’m a Apple jacker
In high school you thought you had life figured out
But now you just an average Joe, you took the five figure route
It’s 2022, it’s time to throw the Swishers out
Land shopping out in Texas, I might need a bigger house

All these motherf**king Track .2s, I could write a book
Lil’ brodie, he ain’t got no wheels, he finna slide on foot
Fly as hell, f**k what’s underneath me, I’m too high to look
Had to pat him down for a wire, he acting like the hook
Spin the block and pop his top like a corkscrew
A killer on the ‘Gram but he be singing in the courtroom
All I’m missing is a saddle, we done horsed you
Bandana patches wrapped around my jeans, it ain’t no horse shoes
Sipping out a baby bottle, all I’m missing is a pacifier
Sipping Wocky’ in October, look like apple cider
I got a pistol with a glitch, this b**ch shoot rapid fire
I wouldn’t run, the scope on it came with a magnifier

Scrape up the extras, I’m a maximizer
The skid mapped out in my head, s**t, I’m a strategizer
How I make it to Kentucky when the tags expired
I f**ked around and burnt my fingers rolling out a bag of fire
Paid a hunnid fifty for some turbo, this a Taycan
If you seen us shake hands, we prolly made bands
I’m ten toes in my Ian Connor’s, boy, these ain’t Vans
What I’m dropping in my pop, it look like grape jam

S**t, I just bought a thousand
I can’t even tell you what, I just thought about it
I lock my lips then lose the key, can’t even talk about it
I don’t think that’s real Virgil, something off about it
Kansas City chief, I’m dropping red into my Baja Gold
Your lifestyle amateur like, s**t, you not a pro
On stage with the baby Drac’, ready to rock and roll
So much drip up in my closet, walk in like, Geronimo
Turn his Lamb’ into a stretch, limousine style
I’m mixing RPs with my lean, feeling mean now
Why you playing Got the reaper up on speed dial
Smoking za, it’s like a comic strip when I breathe out
Get the rebound, throw it down court
If you really ’bout it, what you staying in the house for
2023, my goal, stress less and count more
Why the f**k you worry ’bout my bag
I hope you found yours

Man, s**ttyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia
You know what the f**k going on
They can’t stop us, I think we undefeated at this point
This s**t is getting too f**king easy, yeah

Cops pulled me over, told them I don’t speak no English
Hitter, he gon’ catch a hat for fun, don’t really need no reason
You still got a stock Charger, never seen no Demon
Scammer turned rapper, hunnid on me, I don’t need no pieces
I don’t need no pieces, I don’t need no pieces
In a stock Charger, you ain’t seen no Demon
Told them boys I don’t speak no English
S**ttyBoyz, Dog s**t Militia, you know what the f**k goin’ on

Lil’ brodie stealing everything, Ricky Henderson
Go do your research, you gotta learn sum’ ‘fore you listen
I’ll f**k around and push that button, have the blicky blender him
Five thousand dollar fit, that’s fifty Benjamins

First name Himothy, last name b**ch
It could be a traffic jam, bet I wouldn’t lane switch
Basically if you ain’t on gang s**t, you lame, b**ch
Yo life might be good but it ain’t this
S**ttyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, man…

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